soon be marching this way, and we'll remember our friends when we
come."

"I des hope dere'll be sump'n lef ob me ter reckermember," said Aun'
Jinkey, but she rose to comply with the soldier's requirement,
feeling that her only course was to fall in with the wishes of
whoever happened to be uppermost in the troublous times now
foreseen. She was in a terribly divided state of mind. The questions
she had smoked and thought over so long now pressed with bewildering
rapidity and urgency. An old family slave, she had a strong feeling
of loyalty to her master and mistress. But they had been partially
alienating Miss Lou, for whom she would open her veins, while her
grandson was hot for freedom and looked upon Northern soldiers as
his deliverers. Aun' Jinkey was not sure she wished to be delivered.
That was one of the points she was not through "projeckin'" about.
Alas! events would not wait for her conclusions, although more time
had been given her than to many others forced to contemplate vast
changes. With a shrewd simplicity she decided that it would be wise
to keep on friendly terms with all the contending powers, and do
what in her judgment was best for each.

"Hit des took all de 'visions we got," she remarked, disconsolately.

"You'll soon have visions of more to eat and wear than ever blessed
your eyes," said Scoville, encouragingly.

"Hi! granny," said Chunk, peeping in at the door.

"How you start me!" ejaculated the old woman, sinking into her
chair.